Exile

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49 | Nov 14

picked up a rock and hit my own head

there's a bed but I chose to lie on cold hard floor

this is how it feels when I couldn't make anything right

this heart has had enough to know what it wants

but it scares me, even if my mind has made a decision

I'd stand still in one place and wait for you,

if it meant another moment of lifetime with you

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